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more than a fiscal transaction.  I get a mind flash of
Sammie’s voice telling me she loves me and I stand, needing to get out of there
and home as quickly as I can.  My nerves feel raw.  I’m a mess all round.
    “I’m
out,” I say to Connor and Tom and they nod.
    When
I finally get back to my apartment I close the door, toe off my shoes and grab
a bottle of water from the fridge.  In the shower I wash myself quickly then
stand and let the hot water run over my head and down my back.  It feels good
but it makes me think about that photo again, the one in Sammie’s den.  We used
to enjoy those sprinklers on a hot day.  I try not to think about Sammie and
what happened between us, but as soon as I get the image of her in my mind I
remember the feel of her breast cupped in my palm, her nipple stiffening under
my thumb. I remember her moans and the way her lips felt on my neck, and my
cock is hard.
    I
don’t want to be thinking about her like this but I can’t help it.  My mind is
full of her and my body is so switched on my dick twitches, craving her soft
hands, her mouth.  I rest my hands against the tiled wall, willing my erection away
but it doesn’t help.  I remember her windows and think about getting her to put
her hands against the glass while I stroke over her curves.  My hand reaches
down to my now throbbing cock, squeezing it tightly at the base, but it only
makes me want more.  I try and think about the last girl I fucked.  She was a
short brunette, so nothing like Sammie.  She took me back to her place and
sucked me off like a vacuum cleaner then begged me to do her from behind.  I
try and keep the image of her ass in the air in my mind but it isn’t working. 
Instead I recall the softness of Sammie’s skin, and the way her shoulder had
been scented with lotion.  My hand is slippery with soap and it feels so good. 
Everything tightens; my abs and glutes clench and my balls draw up tight as I
pump my fist.  I want to come so badly and all I can think about is Sammie and her
smile, her soft hair and her small breast that had rested perfectly in my
palm.  The soap is making wet noises, my hand against the wall is trembling and
my elbow is starting to ache but I’m so close to coming I don’t give a shit. 
It feels so good, just my hand and the image of Sammie in my mind, and I know having
her in reality would be mind-blowing.  I shouldn’t imagine any more than we
did.  What’s done is done and I can’t change it.  But I do.  I need more to
push me over the edge.  I feel disgusting but I imagine slipping my hand in the
front of her jeans and the tip of my finger slipping down between her wet pussy
lips. That’s all it takes for me to come, moaning as white streams hit the wall
and spill over my fingers. 
    Fuck.
I’m such a degenerate.  A pervert.  I just jacked off to images of my
stepsister and it felt so good my knees are weak.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 7
    Samantha
     
    I wake up feeling
sad but determined.  When I get into work I call our firm’s private
investigator and ask him if he could find someone for me, off the company
books.  We’ve worked together on quite a few cases so he’s happy to help for a
small fee.  I give him Brandon’s name and date of birth, which is all I have,
and he tells me he’ll get back to me with information as soon as he has it.
    The
day passes in a blur.  I have paperwork to catch up on and talk to a few
potential new clients but nothing stops me thinking about Brandon.  That look
he gave me just before the elevator doors closed is burned into my memory.  I
know he didn’t want to walk away and I know he must have some pretty good
reasons for doing so.  I’m just choosing not to listen to them.  But I can’t
say I’m not scared about what I’m going to find out.  We were reunited in a
police interview room after all.  Brandon’s harder now and tougher looking than
he once was.  If Adam and Connor are his business